Creepy Storys Novels & Stories

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

So she quickly changed her clothes and then jogged all the way back downstairs, straight to the supply closet. Silence greeted her as she walked through the house, along with an eerie calmness. He was nowhere in sight, and Nancy didn't seem to have returned either from wherever she had disappeared to. In the land of spirits, maybe. She lightly shivered, pushing away the thought. She hadn't cared much about all these paranormal things before, when she had no idea that they even existed at all. But now that she knew that they were real, that a creature that she'd priorly believed to be a myth, a silly bedtime story happened to actually exist, she couldn't help but feel so terrorized. About all

“Richard, you can’t just go around talking about killing another Alpha. Do you have any idea what that would cause?” I tilted my head slightly. “I’m not talking about killing an Alpha.” Gunner frowned. “Then what the hell are you talking about?” I hesitated for a moment, not because I doubted what I was about to say — but because saying it aloud made it feel heavier, more dangerous. The air itself seemed to listen. “You ever heard the stories?” I asked softly. “The ones the old packs used to tell about the thing that walked under the full moon. The one that didn’t belong to any pack or bloodline.”

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

COLE I was pretty sure Cynthia was trying to kill me,that was the only explanation left. No man should survive a night like that and still be breathing by morning. I lay flat on my back staring at the ceiling while trying to recover enough strength to function like a normal human being again but I couldn’t. Meanwhile, Cynthia sat comfortably beside me looking completely unbothered,completely fresh,completely evil. Just then,I noticed her eyes darkened again and I saw it. The hunger was back and probably fiercer.

” “Well,my mother was a very sensitive woman Beth.She firmly believed the manor had its own presence and she felt it in a way.” “Like a spiritual presence?” “I guess you could call it that.I remember her telling me that on her wedding night,she heard footsteps going up and down the hallway past her bedroom door.My father was sleeping soundly and so she decided to check who it was…as it turned out it wasn't so much a ‘who’ but a ‘what’…” Beth shivered,remembering her vision of the casket and the little girl giving her that ominous warning.So Polly too had had a freaky supernatural experience,because that was definitely where this story was leading.

“This is a website where they post their stories.” I began to read through posts by people claiming to have encountered vampires. Most of them seemed really ridiculous, and some of them were very vague. Things like seeing figures in the shadows or watching someone jump off of tall buildings and then walk away. One person claimed he’d melted his neighbor’s face by dousing him with garlic salt. We read on for a few minutes before Emma declared, “This is dumb.” “Okay, I know a lot of the stories seem far-fetched,” Lucy nodded, “but some of them have details that seem similar to what Cassidy has experienced.”

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++++++++ Story 2: Cry Babies This is a true story that happened way back when I was in second-year high school in the year 2013. So, I studied in one of the better schools in my province. It had three buildings - one main, and two annexes. Our class was in one of the annex buildings, and that particular one we were in was a little on the creepy side, and there were only two classes there. There was a first year class and ours. It was February then, and the creepy events happened one after the other. It ranged from people hearing crying sounds from out of nowhere to chairs being moved even though there were no people in the rooms.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”